I'm exhausted. Every morning I wish I was dead. I feel like I could easily kill myself. I can't sleep. Doctor said everything is okay but how could it even be true?
I also miss my boy so much he is my sunshine so my days are all gray – I wanna punch my emotionally-dependent-self in the face. I can't keep it up. Not for so long.
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I did it again. I'm so sorry, everyone. Sorry my old self for destroying what you've built.
Context: I self-harmed myself again after two years or something.
